Today as I prepared to teach 2.9, one of my loudest, most boisterous, and largest second grade boys’ classes, the students told me that two of their classmates were missing. I asked why, and they all screamed out “psychopathhhh!” I chose to ignore it for obvious reasons.
Right at the end of class, the two missing boys came in, and yelled “HIIII” at the top of their lungs. I asked the louder one why he missed my class.
“Oh. They think I’m psychopath.”
“Yes. They do a brain test to check for de-de-de- maybe suicide?”
“Yes. The percentage that I maybe do suicide.”
“… I hope that percentage was low?”
“Yes don’t worry teacher, I’m fine! GOODBYEEEEEEE.”
That broke my heart a little.